It was utterly silent.
Mike pricked up his ears and listened carefully.
Only then did he notice that the lights outside had gone out at some point. There was a tiny crack in the old wardrobe, but it was pitch-black now, and not a trace of light seeped through.
"Fuck!"
The hair all over his body stood on end.
Damn it.
Why had the lights gone out for no reason?
Could it be...
It had really come for him?
Remembering George's advice, he didn't dare make a sound. He pressed his back against the wardrobe wall and used various clothes to cover himself. The cramped environment, which had originally felt stifling, had now become his only source of security.
"Drip... drip..."
"Drip..."
The sound of water droplets hitting the floor came from the corridor outside the door.
"Damn it!"
"Did the bedroom door open too?"
Mike grew even more nervous. The door... he had locked it from the inside. There was no one in the bedroom, so how could it have opened?
There was no one in the bedroom...
No one...
Fuck!
What if there was someone in the bedroom?
The Unseen Person.
In a frightening, oppressive environment, the mind always filled in all sorts of bizarre scenes, and there was no stopping it. All he could do was remain frozen in place, biting down on his clothes and passively endure everything.
He hoped time would pass faster.
According to George, everything would be fine once daybreak came.
"Almost there."
"Very soon..."
"FUCK!"
"How is it only 1:20?"
"Only twenty minutes have passed. Why does it feel like an entire century?"
Mike was speechless.
"It's fine. It's fine."
"George gave me advice. As long as I do what he said, there shouldn't be a problem. He said that after the